anew

anew and freshly woken

tis bright now and the angel has spoken

her whimper

welcoming words warm in winter

though

a song heard before I'll still dance along this shore

for I want nothing more than this angel to adore

battle worn now beaming

weakened and gleaming

onlookers confused

for why it's you I choose

you see

not all lepers fond of friends find a cure nor make amends

nor all beggars short of luck wake to find coin a muck

but each may kneel and pray till tears

are wiped away clear of fears

as now they will stand larger than life

to fight again for dreams that might

Reviews

[WhiteWillow]

I can't believe there aren't any reviews on this piece yet, with 20 views. This is the best piece I've read today, absolutely beautiful. I love the casual alliteration sprinkled throughout, and the dreamy feel to the piece sets my mind and soul at ease.